Day 84.

I've often criticized those girls who hop on the back of guy's motorcycles because it seems dangerous and almost equal to begging on one's knees for trouble. However, today, without hesitation or a second thought, I asked to jump on the back of a guy's bike and it was an absolute blast. We ended up riding down to the Flora-Bama and listened to music their for a while with some of his friends. While I was their I got into an argument with one of the guys I was there with over racial and class issues. He was one of those closed minded people whom I really dislike. I didn't really talk to him for the rest of the night after I got him to shut up which only happened after I called him a racist and explained the genocidal rhetoric of Arizona's immigration laws. (I'm to tired to talk about immigration laws. I apologize if that was a confusing statement.) He had had a couple bushwhackers so he was pretty eager to shut up...he didn't say much for the rest of the night. standing at the top floor of the Flora-Bama watching the customers sip their drinks and enjoy the band below, I couldn't help but to contemplate Huxley's comparison of religion to an opiate. I always got the impression that Huxley was saying religion was a bad thing because it would dull the minds of humans into letting society become this really terrible and horrible place just like a drug. Observing the large group of people consume alcohol at the Flora-Bama, I wondered if he was wrong because it seems much more likely that humans would use alcohol or other drugs to dull their senses in order to escape existential dilemmas and to avoid caring about the worlds issues. Maybe Huxley and I see religion differently for, if used "correctly", it would do good for the world. I use parentheses around correctly because who really knows how to use religion correctly-I'd be a fool to say I do. I didn't have anyone to share that thought with so it left my mind as we rode away from the Flora-Bama to a really yummy sandwich place called Hub Stacey's. They have the best potato salad I have ever eaten in my entire life....and some of the best sandwiches. You should be jealous. Then we rode home and watched a movie. I have to admit that I feel like one of the most loved daughters in the world. I mean, how often does one's dad drive 3 and a 1/2 hours to see them, take them out to lunch, drive them around on their motorcycle, be extra careful because their kid is riding on their bike even if it means they have less fun, take them to dinner, let them argue with his friends, and watch a movie with her? Anywho, I feel pretty special and loved which is always a nice feeling.